Post 569 ~ ~ ~ Thursday, 5th February, 2009.
Hello Everyone ~ ~ I hope all is well with you, as it is with me, pretty darned hot. It is 9.30 pm and still 30 C about 86 F. I guess that is better than the 41C we had earlier --105.8 F.
I am a day late with this post as I had some visitors last night. My son John and a friend called in and put together another pedestal fan I had bought on Tuesday.
I have a lovely poem for you tonight that was sent to me by a new friend Laura.
It is called "It Shows in Your Face," and was written by Lottie Pratt Brown.
You don't have to tell how you live each day;
You don't have to say if you work or you play;
A tried, true barometer serves in the place --
However you live, it will show in your face.
The false, the deceit that you bear in your heart,
Will not stay inside where it first got a start;
For sinew and blood are a thin veil of lace --
What you wear in your heart, you wear in your face.
If you've gambled and won in the great game of life,
If you feel you have conquered the sorrow and strife;
If you've played the game fair and you stand on first base --
You don't have to say so; it shows in your face.
If you dispute nights till the day is nigh,
There's surely one tattler and one who won't lie;
Since your facial barometer is right in it's place,
You don't have to tell folks, it shows in your face.
My friends from England sent me the next item and photos. Thank you Sue and Bob.
This is Australia . . . . . . .!!! Victoria has just suffered a record heat wave and . . . . . A friend of a friend sent it to them.
A little koala which just walked into the back porch fooking for a bit of heat relief. She filled up a large dish with water and this happened.
First a drink.
Then test the water
Then hop right in and have a cooling bath. He sure seems at home.
Another from Sue and Bob, Thank you. What do Retired People do all Day?
Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.
Well for example, the other day my wife and I went into toen and went into a shop.
We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket.
We went up to him and said, "Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?"
He ignored us, and continued writing the ticket.
I called him a Nazi turd. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tyres. So my wife called him a s**t-head.
He finished writing the second ticket and put it on the wind-shield with the first.
Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes.
The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Personally, we didn't care. We came to town by bus.
We try to have a little fun each day now we are retired. It's important at our age.
My cousin Bill sent me the next two. Thanks a lot Bill, nice to hear from you.
Why Parents Drink.
The boss wondered why one of his most valued employees was absent but had not phoned in sick one day. Needing to have an urgent problem with one of the main computers resolved, he dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper , "Hello?"
"Is your daddy home?" he asked. "Yes" whispered the small voice.
"Can I talk to him ?" The child whispered, "No."
Surprised and wanting to talk to an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mummy there?" Yes."
"May I talk with her?" Again the small voice whispered, "No."
Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, "Is
anyone else there?" "Yes", whispered the child, "A policeman . . ."
Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I
speak to the policeman?" "No, he's busy," whispered the child.
"Busy doing what?"
"Talking to Mummy and Daddy and the fireman," came the whispereed answer.
Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background through the ear-piece
of the phone, the boss asked, "What is that noise?"
"A helicopter . . ." answered the whispering voice.
"What is going on there?" demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive. Again whispering,
the child answered, "The search team just landed a helicopter."
Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrayed the boss asked, "What are they searching for?"
Still whispering, the young voice replied with muffled giggle, " ME.."
Quickie in the Bushes . . . .
There are two statues in a park; one a nude man and a nude woman. They had been facing each other across a pathway for a hundred years, when one day an angel comes down from the sky and, with a single gesture, brings the two to life.
The angel tells them, "As a reward for being so patient through a hundred blazing summers and dismal winters, you have been given life for thirty minutes to do what you've wished to do the most."
He looks at her, she looks at him, and they go running behind the shrubbery. The angel
waits patiently as the bushes rustle and giggling ensues. After fifteen minutes, the two return, out of breath and laughing.
The angel tells them, "Um, you have fifteen minutes left, would you care to do it again?"
He asks her, "Shall we?"
She eagerly replies, "Oh, yes, let's. But let's change positions.
This time, I'll hold the pigeon down and you s**t on its head."
,,,,,,,,....... AND WHAT WERE YOU THINKING ?????
One from my dear friend Patty .. Thank you for this one, my friend.
A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. "You know what?" says the 6 year old, "I think it's about time we started cussing." The 4 year old nods his head in agreement
The 6 year old continue, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say "Hell"
and you say something with "ass" in it."
When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for his breakfast, he replies, " Aw hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios." WHACK. He flies
out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up. and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can stay there until I let you out."
She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks in a stern voice, "And
what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?"
"I don't know," he blubbers, "But you can bet your fat ass, it won't be Cheerios."
From the paper - - - Proof that men have better friends.
Friendship among Women.
A woman didn't come home one night. The next morning she told her husband that she had slept over at a friend's house.
The man called his wife's 10 best friends.
None of them knew anything about it.
Friendship Among Men.
A man didn't come home one night. The next morning he told his wife he had slept over at a friend's house. The woman called her husband's 10 best friends.
Eight confirmed that he had slept over, and two said he was still there.
Time to say Goodnight my friends. I hope you are having a good week and not too much snow or rain or the heat. Take good care of each other as we head to another weekend.
My love and best wishes to you all. Cheers, Merle.
Post 569 ~ ~ ~ Thursday, 5th February, 2009.